Airborne Training

I pushed off the brass pocket watch and sprinted straight down the windowsill! A tiny vent was cracked open, blowing in cool morning air and fluttering a small paper windmill pinned into a tiny succulent pot. The red and yellow blades were spinning like crazy blades! I didn't hesitate—I dropped into a crouch and thrust both palms forward right into the draft. The whirring paper fin grazed my fingertips with a sharp flutter, showering dry soil specks over my boots. Dodging every spinning edge at top speed is the absolute best way to wake up!